Orphans, dead parents, lonely children at Christmas, morose spoken word recordings, everything you love about the holidays. Move the turkey over so you can fit your head in the oven.

My bedspread isn't washable. Since my bedding has to be washed every day, I'll have to throw it out.

I had glow in the dark bands made up and I've given away a ton of them.

I remember lying down for a nap one day at about 4:00 and walking up at 11:00 the next morning.

Orphans, dead parents, lonely children at Christmas, morose spoken word recordings, everything you love about the holidays. Move the turkey over so you can fit your head in the oven.

Let's stop playing with ourselves and get on with the entertainment, shall we?

Like every aspect of cancer I've weathered thus far, today's experience was not at all demoralizing, expensive or humiliating. No, it was just plain fun.